I needed a new pair of heels for an event.
Yes, I do know the difference between “need” and “want.” The event in question actually had “stiletto” in its title and the invitation made it clear I’d feel dumb if I wore wedges.
I bought these:
I was nervous because – hello! – ankles. But the straps of the sandals made me feel somewhat secure.
Guess what? These shoes are actually pretty comfortable. Like any shoes, my feet hurt after a few hours and my bum ankle is never pain-free. But in the grand scheme of things, I got just what I needed from the Gideon sandal.
I like ‘em enough to buy them in black.
Note: the toe box is narrow so I went up a half-size.
Thankfully for all involved, she has a far more sophisticated view of this sort of thing.
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When my good friend asked me to write a guest blog post and suggested the Met Gala, I thought my post was going to consist of me banging my head against my desk because yet again people didn’t get what the Met Gala was all about, and wouldn’t get the daring fashion looks.
To my surprise, the masses including Twitter totally got what it was all about, but the people in attendance did not.
When I first heard that the theme for this year’s Met Gala was PUNK I was thrilled! When I was younger I thought of myself as punk: I listened to punk nonstop, I wore plaid, spikes, docs & chucks, had every hair color you could think of, hung out in a garage drumming for my band, and went to punk shows. To say I was pumped for the theme Anna Wintour announced for this year would be quite the understatement.
Reviewing the looks, though, I was beyond underwhelmed.
The possibilities with this year’s theme were endless Plaid, spikes, leather, Dr. Martens. Hell, I would even take duct tape.
But it appeared that 90% of attendees didn’t get the memo that PUNK was the theme. Even Anna Wintour herself didn’t embrace it. I understand that it’s risky to step away from pretty gowns, but that is what the Oscars are for. This is one event where you can wear things that are normally reserved for fashion editorials or on the runway. The Met Gala is the night to push fashion limits.
Many people looked good for all intents and purposes, but that is not what it’s all about.
Burberry were two of my favorites of the night. Both Cara Delevingne & Sienna Miller rocked it out in studded pieces. The looks are both feminine yet still have the punk edge.
I was shocked.
My skin and hair tend to be dry and yet I still wash my hair three to four times per week–more frequently if I go to the gym.
Unless I get a professional blowout, Day 1 tends to be my best hair day.
Day 2 requires decisions: do I go over it with a flat iron? Do I dampen my hair and wear it wavy, making the most of whatever happened during wild sleeping? Do re-blowdry the hair around my face?
Sometimes it’s just easier to wash and start over!
This week I made a conscious effort to see how long I could go without shampooing and conditioning my hair, washing it Tuesday morning. By Thursday, I was brushing my hair approximately hourly. I wanted so badly to hop in a shower and scrub my scalp and hair.
And truly, my hair looked like crap. By noon, it was in a sloppy ponytail.
How often do you wash your hair?
More chick stuff posts:
How cool is this?
Chrissy always looks fabulous so I was expecting her lip gloss to be Chanel, or maybe Bobbi Brown. Nope.
“Amway!” she revealed. You can buy light-up lipgloss (and other items) from her here
Note: not a sponsored post. Just a cool tip I wanted to share.
When my friend Candace visited me a few weeks ago, we rambled all over the part of Brooklyn where I life. One of our stops was In God We Trust, a boutique on a quieter block of Bedford Avenue.
We browsed and tried on sunglasses.
Then I noticed these roughly engraved pendants. Look closely.
I won’t be buying one of these R rated charms for my mother. But for one of my smart ass friends? Perhaps. How about you?
I don’t believe in reincarnation but if I did, I’d wish for…
Wash & go hair. Yes, I’m serious.
Oh, I’d hope for deeper things too. Like a long, healthy, happy life. To be in a position to help others. That sort of thing.
But I dream of not waking up to my Medusa look too.
Oh, I could just wash my hair and go. Let my curls air dry. Feel like Orphan Annie all day. No thanks. I have enough of that in the middle of August when New York is too hot and humid for everything.
Most days, I blow dry my curly hair to the point of being wavy or straight. For me, blown straight isn’t the same thing as having straight hair–it doesn’t move the same way.
For example, if I suddenly decided I’d rather part my hair down the middle instead of on one side, I couldn’t do that without water, a blow dryer and maybe a flatiron.
I know: some people have real problems. But tell me: what do you wish for?
When I lived in DC, I forgot about Ricky’s.
My bad. Ricky’s is awesome.
Picture a supermarket but filled only with beauty items. I inevitably go there for one thing and leave with, like, seven.
This time I stood in confused awe by the styling wands. Ricky’s had such a range of options that I realized I needed to do some research before committing.
Paralysis by analysis.